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i had mentioned.... yesterday.. that i might talk about the Mother Goddess.. i gerplunked some debunk about Father God & capable... you thought you were reading about my header musings... but i was beginning to condition your mind to help you understand dreams... the dream state... i did a verbal conscious spill... i have a female mind so i moved you back and forth between the two hemispheres.... the right side of the brain and the left side... on purpose... to stimulate and provoke..
a fully developed male mind will have trouble reading yesterdays post... only because they like to stay in one side of the brain... do the work they have to do... finish it and move to the other side... a good male mind is objective (goal) driven.. and much different from a female mind... the female mind is designed to... we will learn this one down the blogg some... maybe tomorrow.. we will see...
... here is a female mind... male mind difference.. i will begin to teach you them as we move along in the blogg.. step at a time.. here is the first step..
the male mind has a single speech centre.. and is capable of up to 10.000 words a day.... some males will produce as little as 1,000 words a day...
the female mind has multiple speech centres.. and is capable of up to 60,000 words a day... ... that's me.. lots to say.. smile..
when i was very young... my mother and father decided to take up skiing... back then it was boards of wood with cable bindings... looking for just the right moment to break one of your bones... it was my mothers and fathers love of the rocky mountains of canada that took us to a steep mountain ski hill in banff alberta called norquay.. i am not sure if it still exists... none the less.. i was 6 or 7 and as dedicated as my mother & father to learning the master of this activity...
somehow.. while standing on my skis.. they decided it was time to learn my first bone break teach... smile... back on my wrist i fell... conscious of the extreme pain that now hampered my joy in this activity expression.. i was down to the count.. but as it is my practice.. i did my best to hide the pain..
that evening as i lay in bed.. the pain became loud.. and tears became mainstream.. with these symbols a signal.. my father decided it best to take me into the small hospital near by.. in a town called canmore... there i was attended to.. and introduced once again to my gift of mystical understandings....
back then.. canada did not have a public health care system.. hospitals where a measure of last resort.. they cost big bucks.. so they were very attentive to the deliver... in a very personal way... as i was taken into the room where i was to be attended to.. i jammed.. i was caught between two worlds... i was moving through the portal of re step... commonly known as deja-vu... the illusion of having already experienced something actually being experienced for the first time...
child bewildered i was... the illusion was the more real... the real was more the illusion... i try ed my best to fight my way out... but each moment included the steps i had already taken in my dream.. yet i was to young to understand the distortion.. fight as i could.. every moment in movement was an exact retrace... just how could this be... scared to death now.. i lost sight of any pain i had in my wrist... i found myself both in "awe".. that i had lived this before... had i dreamed this... or was this moment the dream... bouncing back and forth in my mind was the exceptional wonder of this time stencil... just how could this be... pinch me as they say... i really want to wake up... i am scared... daddy.. help.. please help.. i am to scared to say anything... take me from here and never bring me back...
as the events flowed through the trace... i new i did not know... no wonder it took me so long to learn to tie my shoe laces... i knew the colors i see around people was not normal.. my mind is kerplunked... hows that spell...smile.. confusion became the stronger of the mix... yet.. yes.. yet.. as the moments flowed there precised direction and unfold as they were as to instruction...i found myself becoming fascinated.. joyful.. safe.. each moment seem a deliver to the promise... a promise fortold... a promise now unfolding... a promise realized... a promise that belonged just to me... my treasure.. mine to keep forever.. it mattered not to me now.. that dumb was a confirm... different was my secret... unusual was my polite...i was safe...i would come out of this... ok....
i enjoyed getting my first plaster cast.. one of many... to many to mention.. the tender touch of the doctor who ever so carefully wrapped the white chalky cloth around my wrist... questioning me every few wraps to insure it was just right.. reassuring me i would be just fine.. 6 weeks from now i would be as good as new.. somehow... i knew what had just happened was special.. it mattered not that my injury would heal.. i trusted his wisdom... what mattered was... i had experienced a treasure...an insight... an understanding i did not yet know what to do with.. but it was all mine... so special it still brings tears to my eyes... even as i write this now...
here is the teach... the mystical mind is given its confirmation in steps.. this experience happened to me just as i was coming to the close of my directive years... it was a celebration in the coming together of my specialness.. my spiritual awareness.. a vivid awareness that i was gifted in a very special way...that i would be sensitive to understanding the world in a much different way... that the symbols of awareness held me to a special bond... confirmed in the ever so powerful and clear deja-vu.. i was anointed to my quest...
do we talk to yourselves in dreams... yes.. we learned a bit about this in the blogger enter....awash in a sea of digits and only a silent whisper... do others talk to us in our dreams... well.. this we will learn...
... be good.. tiandra...
